1 train, 116th street to 14th Street, December 2nd, 2019 Jen is a theater director working on an MFA. I saw her chatting on the platform and sensed she had a poem. There was no negotiation. She said, “Sure!” To all mirrors I have passed a part of soul remains. [...]Read Full Article →

Virgin train, Liverpool to London, May 3, 2019 Three siblings wrote poems on the train. That’s a first for this project. They were all very sweet and patient as we waited during a long delay between Liverpool and London. My mind is an empty wasteland The world is a dull [...]Read Full Article →

1 train, 116th Street to 96th Street, May 2nd, 2018 The youngest poet of the project! Her mom wrote it down as Isabel dictated and illustrated it. A girl got a present and a penny she got an invitation to the party! Read a poem by Rowan W.Read Full Article →

Wearing masks drains me like a biting mosquito throwing wasted disguises down a sink drain beneath bed rock and
under subway tunnels, through passageways to hypothetical locations indeterminable to any one person, the place
where dust bunnies always are and the thing you put down for 15 seconds was waiting.Read Full Article →